The next morning, I walked to school instead of taking the bus, since today's morning high was 21 degrees. Just then, I ran into Ushio. He led me to an alleyway, where I saw something horrifying.
I saw my brother's Cyndaquil, bruised. The next thing I saw was the most horrifying part: my brother, Rikku, bleeding heavily from the eye and arm, arm cut deeply, both eyes black, and leg twisted. I ran to Rikku's side. "Rikku-kun! RIKKU-KUN!" I shouted. "What the fuck did you do to them, you bastard?!" I screamed in anger, scorn and hatred to Ushio, "WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO THEM, USHIO-SAMA?!" My Pikachu was in anger too, and shouted, "Pikachu Pika!"
"Cy...cynda..." Rikku's Cyndaquil tried to say.
"Ma...makku...su..." Rikku also tried to say, but to no avail.
"Move out of the way, Makkusu-kun," Ushio threatened me, "or do you want to have your body hurt all over?"
"NO!" I presisted powerfully. "I won't let you hurt my friends and family anymore!"
"Makkusu-kun..." Rikku said weakly, now understanding the meaning of family and friendship, "...you're really protecting me from this guy? I...I couldn't say my thanks until now..." (At this time, he put his thumb up as well as he could) "...you're a real bro..." I saw his beat-up face smiling, as well as his Cyndaquil's. He got up to his feet, fueled by my determination. "Cynda!" his Cyndaquil said, as Rikku shouted this, "Ushio-sama, I have respected you, but beating up a student's family, me, is what I won't forgive!"
"Well, it looks like you guys want a beating," Ushio said darkly, "but I'll beat Makkusu-kun only, to add insult to injury!" Ushio then beat the fuck out of me and my Pikachu. When he was done, my Pikachu was bruised, and I was bleeding from the leg heavily. "Makkusu! Are you okay?!" Rikku shouted, coming to my side, healed only halfway. He put the puzzle piece into my hand and carried me and my Pikachu.
Back at home, I was working on the puzzle. This time, I was doing better than usual. All of the pieces fit together, one by one. "There!" I said as I fit another piece of the puzzle in. "I...I did it!" I yelled in great happiness. "I'm done!" I was about to fit the last piece, when I heard the screams of my brother outside.
When I went outside, my brother was laying down on the ground, injured badly, but not as much as before. I ran to my brother, the almost-complete puzzle in my puzzle box.
"Makkusu..." Rikku quietly said, obviously in pain, "...I tried...teaching...that bastard Ushio-sama...a lesson...but...I got beat up..." (At this point, he looked up to me, mouth bleeding from the gums) "...you've got...to finish...the puzzle...and my rod..." When he said "rod", I knew that he meant the rod that he was working so hard on.
'Makkusu...' a voice called out from the last piece of the puzzle.
'Huh?'
'Makkusu...it's me! Your Fairy God Mother.'
'But I don't have a-'
'Shut up and listen. You must finish the puzzle, then everything will be okay...'
I then fit the last piece in. As I did, I also put the head of Rikku's rod on and gave to him. When we both grabbed the items, we, along with our Pokemon, were shot with a bright light, and then we were pulled into darkness...
